Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

Mo Wen, Ma Xianhong, Zhong Xiaolong, and Bi Yuan walked away into the distance.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, who remained where they were, stared at them in disbelief.

"Damn...the tension was palpable when we started fighting, but now it's like nothing happened."

Wang Ye patted his head: "Why does Ma Xianhong seem so straightforward? It's a pity he's so self-centered."

He immediately shook his head and said to Zhuge Qing, "Let's go, Lao Qing, we can leave this place of trouble now."

As he spoke, he started to walk forward.

After taking a few steps, I didn't hear any footsteps behind me.

Wang Ye stopped abruptly, turned around, and asked incredulously, "Old Qing?"

Zhuge Qing turned his back and rubbed his neck: "Sigh, I'm exhausted so late at night... Old Wang, I think I'll stay a few more days..."

Wang Ye was shocked: "Old Qing, are you crazy? You should know that whether it's Ma Xianhong or Mo Wen, there will never be peace here!"

Zhuge Qing interrupted softly, "I know, but whatever those two want to do is none of my business..."

"Actually, Ma Xianhong was right about one thing: my contact with you did have ulterior motives, and..."

"Every decision I make is based on my own interests..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Qing put his hands in his pockets and walked towards Biyou Village without looking back.

"Old Qing..."

Wang Ye stared blankly at Zhuge Qing.

......

at the same time.

In Liupanshui, a small town dozens of kilometers away from Biyou Village.

Zhang Chulan took Feng Baobao to a hotel and booked a room.

I took out my phone and sent a message in the WeChat group.

[North China: Everyone, has everyone arrived?]

Zhang Chulan waited nervously, but 20 minutes passed without any reply in the group chat.

"What's with this awkward atmosphere... Nobody's said a word the whole way..."

This was his first time participating in such a secret mission.

The people in the group were all temporary workers like Feng Baobao.

In order to prevent Feng Baobao's secret from being exposed, Zhang Chulan had no choice but to rack his brains and first try to find out about the situation of these temporary workers.

Ding Dong!

[East China: Oh? The North China ones are here...]

[Hua Dong: Tsk, everyone seems uninterested in the gathering. Well, I guess I wouldn't want to meet you all if it weren't for this mission.]

[Hua Nan: Um... hello everyone... my name is Chen Duo. Uncle Liao said I can't complete this mission alone, so... if there's anything you need my help with, please let me know, and I'll do my best.]

Upon seeing this message, Zhang Chulan looked surprised.

"A temporary worker from South China? They actually gave their name directly?"

Someone in the group directly pointed out Zhang Chulan's problem.

[Southwest: Chen Duo? You sound like a girl, but you're the first person to name someone besides Brother Xiao~]

[South China: Because Uncle Liao said this task requires cooperation, I think it's better to just say the name...]

[Northwest: Wait! You said your name is Chen Duo!]

[South China: Yes, I am Chen Duo. May I ask who you are?]

[Northwest: This is Lao Meng. I don't know if you still remember me, but I'm the one who...]

This passage is only half complete; it's clear that the temporary worker from the Northwest realized that some things shouldn't be said in the group chat.

However, that is precisely why.

The previously silent group chat suddenly became lively.

......

Chapter 291 Jin Feng'er, don't contact anyone again. Quanxing is gone!

[Southwest: Hey~ Looks like we have some acquaintances in our group~]

[Southwest: Since that's the case, I won't hide it anymore. You can just call me Qiu'er, hehe. This mission is sure to be exciting, I love it (heart)]

[Southwest: And Northwest, if you felt you shouldn't say it, why did you only say half of it? Isn't that just teasing people?]

I saw what this person named Qiu'er said in the group chat.

Zhang Chulan's face twitched.

"This guy must be a real entertainer!"

[Northwest: I'm sorry, it's my fault. I just wanted Chen Duo to remember me...]

[South China: Sorry, I don't remember.]

[Northwest: Ah...]

[Hua Dong: Alright everyone, have you all read the mission briefing? The mission is to destroy Biyou Village and eliminate the new Jie Sect. What are your thoughts?]

[Southwest: Simple, Brother Xiao, just go and take care of them.]

[East China: Hmm...]

[North China: No, I think we should be more cautious. Although we'll eventually have to take action, it's better to gather intelligence and assess the enemy's strength first, and make a plan before taking action.]

[Huazhong: Hmm, I agree! I should have been the first to arrive in Liupanshui. According to my informant, two of the most promising talents from Biyou Village, named Qiu Rang and Zhao Guizhen, came to Liupanshui yesterday and met with a man named Wan Liangcai.]

[Huazhong: Wan Liangcai has no special background and runs a small snack shop.]

Zhang Chulan looked at the WeChat group, a thoughtful expression on his face, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

[North China: Then let's first contact Wan Liangcai and see if we can find Qiu Rang and Zhao Guizhen to assess the enemy's overall combat strength before making any further plans?]

[Southwest: Hehe, North China is quite cautious. Are you coming later? Let's meet up?]

North China: ......

Zhang Chulan's eyelids twitched. This guy...

[Hua Dong: In that case, Qiu'er, let's go take a look first.]

[South China: I'm going too.]

[Southwest: Hehe, welcome, welcome~]

Looking at the WeChat group on her phone, Feng Baobao blinked and asked Zhang Chulan, "What should we do?"

Zhang Chulan put his phone back in his pocket: "Let's go too, Bao'er."

At night, Liupanshui is shrouded in neon lights.

The streets were bustling with traffic and full of human warmth.

In the alley, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao slowly peeked out.

On the street not far away, I saw a tall, middle-aged man wearing glasses and a sharp suit, looking like an office worker, standing side by side with a handsome young man with blond hair.

"Oh? So those are Lao Xiao from East China and Qiu'er from the Southwest?"

Because of the distance, and fear of being discovered, they dared not stare for too long.

Therefore, Zhang Chulan did not notice anything.

Just then, a girl wearing delicate earrings, with her hair tied in a single ponytail, dressed in a brown tracksuit and trousers, walked over, giving off a refined and demure vibe.

Xiao Zizai and Wang Zhenqiu looked over.

Wang Zhenqiu asked in surprise, "You're Chen Duo from South China?"

Chen Duo, who appeared, seemed a little shy. She shrank back and nodded softly, "Mm."

Wang Zhenqiu looked her over and exclaimed, "Your eyes are so beautiful, and they're even green! I didn't expect there to be a girl among our temporary workers. Uncle Liao Zhong really knows how to find talent."

Hearing this, Chen Duo couldn't help but retort, "Uncle Liao is very good to me."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenqiu immediately became curious, as he had been very interested in what Lao Meng had said in the group chat.

However, now is not the time, and it would be inappropriate to actively pry into someone else's secrets.

It can be annoying.

How could I, Wang Zhenqiu, such a charming and handsome young man loved by everyone, do something so disliked?

So Wang Zhenqiu smiled and said nothing more.

Just as the three were about to enter Wan Liangcai's Guizhou mutton rice noodle shop.

"Wait a moment."

The three of them looked back at the same time and saw a middle-aged man who was not tall and had a bald head appear.

"Are you... from the Northwest?" Xiao Zizai asked.

"Yes, you can just call me Lao Meng."

Old Meng nodded shyly, looking like an honest, socially awkward person who wasn't good at socializing.

"Why are you showing up too?" Wang Zhenqiu asked Lao Meng curiously.

Old Meng pushed up his glasses sheepishly and looked at Chen Duo beside him: "You really don't remember me, Chen Duo?"

Chen Duo looked at Lao Meng carefully, as if she remembered something.

"It was you. I remember your voice."

Upon hearing this, Old Meng's expression lit up with surprise: "Yes, it's me. You still remember me."